Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

Noctua Zhengdao, who had just finished the work of dispelling the curse spirit, saw the text message, ignored his physical fatigue, and frowned, leading the first-year trio to sit on the assistant supervisor who had been waiting for them outside. of the vehicle.

The assistant supervisor responsible for picking them up by car was a woman, surnamed Sanzhi, with a neat ponytail and wearing the usual black suit of the assistant supervisor.

Noctua Masamichi said to Sanzhi, "Please send us to Tokyo General Hospital! As soon as possible!"

Miss Sanzhi nodded, her voice was calm, "Understood."

Jiarui Nitzi came here as a non-combatant to perform auxiliary work, and this task was considered easy. He was sitting in the back row at this time, leaning forward curiously and asking, "Mr. Ye Moth, what happened?" ?”

"Is it because a new powerful spell has appeared in the Tokyo General Hospital and needs to be exorcised urgently?" Xia Youjie asked.

"No." Noctua Masamichi took out his mobile phone and dialed Hirasaki Keita's phone number and whispered solemnly, "The assistant supervisor who took care of Tsushima Reo took him to the hospital without authorization."

"Huh?" Gojo Wu, who was lazily sitting in the back row with his arms folded and his eyes closed, raised his eyebrows, "It's Lianyang, is he sick?"

"I heard that I have been in a coma for two days, and my body has become weak. I have to take it to the hospital for nutrition injections... No, the point is not this." Noctua said rightly, "Is Lian Yang so dangerous?" This kind of behavior is too reckless, and it will cause accidents if you are not careful. Moreover, Hirasaki's own magic power is quite weak, and he is reluctant to even see the magic spirit, and he has no self-protection at all. ability, let alone protecting non-artists."

On the screen of the flip phone he was holding in his hand, a call interface appeared on the screen, and the long beeping sound echoed in the narrow car.

Ye Mo Zhengdao's frown became tighter and tighter. He tightly held the hand of the flip phone, and his index finger tapped the cover of the phone anxiously, making a series of slightly hasty sounds. Guess, and as time goes by, the process of waiting for the phone to be picked up prolongs, and this anxiety becomes more and more intense.

At the node that was about to hang up automatically in one minute, there was a click, and the call was finally connected.

"...Hello?" Hirasaki Keita's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.

Noctua asked, "Hirasaki! How is the situation on your side?"

"Ah, please don't worry, Senior Noctua." Keita Hirasaki said in a calm voice, "Everything is going well, but Reyo Tsushima hasn't woken up until now. In addition to supplementing his body with the necessary energy, the doctor Also helpless."

He paused, and apologized to Noctua Moth Zhengdao with some embarrassment, "Because I was so tired, I just fell asleep on the chair in the hospital. Feel sorry."

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize." Ye Mozhengdao breathed a sigh of relief, his face was not so tense, he said, "It's good that nothing happened, I'm already in Sanzhi's car, about half an hour After arriving at the Tokyo General Hospital, you communicate with the person in charge of the hospital, and we will be let in later, and I will arrange for Jie and Wu to take turns to watch the night."

"There's no need for that, Senior Night Moth, I think I can handle it by myself."

In Ward 604 of Tokyo General Hospital, Keita Hirasaki walked to the window with light blue curtains floating lightly. He held a flip phone in one hand, and stuck the other hand into the narrow gap that was not closed properly. Keep the windows wide open.

The turbulent night wind rushed towards Ward 604 one after another, blowing Keita Hirasaki's regular and featureless black hair into a mess, just like his confused, fearful, yet vaguely lustful mind.

The calm and majestic voice of Noctuma Masamune came from the mobile phone, "Stop talking silly, Hirasaki, Erina is not a level you can handle, we will be there soon, before that, please take care of Tsushima Reo gone."

Night Moth Zhengdao didn't give him a chance to refuse, and hung up the phone after saying this.

Keita Hirasaki looked at the phone that was hung up in his hand, put his hand down in silence, and looked up at the night sky.

The light blue tulle curtains on both sides are high, swinging gently in the air like water waves, and the thick clouds above the dark sky outside the window slowly move away, revealing the bright and pale incomplete moon, the moonlight is like Like silk, it flowed down from the sky and projected into the dark and lightless ward.

"Keita Hirasaki——"

A vague, sharp, and emotionless child's voice sounded behind him. Standing in the thick shadows beyond the moonlight, Erina, who had a terrifying face, grinned a simple pale mask-like smile, like a behind that couldn't be shaken off. Haunting him like a ghost, he asked quietly again, again, and again, "Do you have any wishes?"

desire……?

From the moment Erina raised this question until now, Hirasaki Keita has thought about it countless times.

"Hey, Erina," Keita Hirasaki was in an incomparably calm mood. He closed his eyes, turned around, and carefully looked at the dark, gloomy super magic spirit in front of him. He asked, "Can you really Will my wish come true?"

Erina was silent for a while, slowed down like a communication delay, and answered him slowly, "...Yes."

Then she asked again, "Keita Hirasaki, do you have any wishes?"

At that moment, in Hirasaki Keita's mind, he recalled the scribbled and unbearable three years he spent in the magic school.

Obviously he was born in a conjurer's family and possessed a powerful born spell, but he couldn't activate the born spell because of his low natural spell power. I have been learning how to use physical skills and magic tools, but my physical strength is not as good as that of ordinary people, and no amount of sweat will help.

In him, there is no hope of becoming a conjurer.

When the young conjurers in the same grade were all busy running around, he could only help them evacuate the nearby non-magicians, bandage their wounds, and do some simple tasks that anyone could replace.

Gradually, no matter which conjurer is used to protecting him, no one has any expectations for him, no one asks him to get rid of the curse spirit, and no one cares about the fact that he picked up the magic tool and tried his best. It can also eliminate the third-level curse spirit with all its strength.

... No one remembers that he originally came to the High School of Conjuration with the purpose of becoming a conjurer.

In the third year, Keita Hirasaki, who could not find his own value at the high school of magic arts, dropped out of school in obscurity. Auxiliary supervision.

No one saved him, and everyone congratulated him with the tone they deserved.

Teachers, classmates, relatives, friends, seniors or juniors, all familiar or unfamiliar people are whispering——

'You don't have the talent to be a conjurer, it's great to be able to make up your mind to quit school. '

"It's great that Hirasaki can become the assistant director, so we can cooperate like before in the future. '

'The profession of conjurer is too dangerous for you. '

'You can't. '

'Don't be stubborn. '

……

Faces swirled in front of his eyes, each with a kind and kind smile on their faces.

But gradually, gradually, those countless faces converged into one, and Erina's pale and strange face floated silently in front of him, her mouth opened and closed like a stick figure, and inside it exuded the unknown like a black hole. , mystery and danger.

She asked, "Keita Hirasaki, do you have any wishes?"

In the end, the stern and irresistible voice of Noctua Moth reverberated in his mind over and over again.

'...Stop being silly, Hirasaki, Erina is not at your level! '

Keita Hirasaki who stood there silently as if roots were growing under his feet trembled and opened his mouth.

"...Erina...can you give me magic power?"

Fear, dread, trepidation, struggle, unwillingness, hope...

In Erina's eyes, in Keita Hirasaki's body, the originally gentle and soft calm light suddenly struggled in pain as if a disease had occurred, and there were sharp spikes running left and right changing in the fragile inside, wanton and crazy Screaming, it tore open the bright shell, and ruthlessly got out like a chick breaking its shell. The black mud flowed viscously through the broken slag, forming ugly tumors one by one.

Huge, dirty, gloomy desires swell.

Hot sweat dripped from the forehead of Keita Hirasaki, trickling down the contours of his face, and he smiled.

Crying without crying, smiling without laughing, distorted and ugly.

"Erina, can you give me a spell stronger than anyone else?"

Erina smiled.

Emptiness, hunger, and scorching flames burned in the depths of the soul, as if being clenched by a big hand, it was difficult to breathe.

"Okay." She responded softly.

The light blue veil is still flying under the night wind, the incomplete moon in the night sky still exists quietly, the air has fallen into a second of silence, but the temperature is constantly rising.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Keita Hirasaki's head deformed and swelled like a ball, and he let out a horrible scream. He scratched his head, which was boiling like a furnace, with his fingernails, mottled blood stains, and his eyes protruded like dead fish. Roll your eyes.

His thin body is also constantly growing, his bulging muscles like a water-filled frog are inflated like a balloon, his skin is stretched almost transparent, and he can clearly see the blue blood vessels, scarlet muscles, pale yellow muscles underneath. Fat and pale veins.

The dark, gloomy spell power is expanding infinitely in the Tokyo General Hospital. Level [-], level [-], level [-], and level [-] have easily crossed the threshold of the special level in a very short period of time, but they are still constantly, unceasingly rising without stopping.

Erina let out a vague, piercing, piercing thin laugh, and she screamed, "Here you are, here you are!"

What is mantra?

It is a collection of negative emotions and the curse of the dark side of human nature.

The magic power of a non-magician will escape from the body due to the different brain structure, while the magic power of a magician will circulate in the body under the control of a special brain structure.

Keita Hirasaki wished for a spell stronger than anyone else, and Erina gave it to him.

It's like a collection of all the malice in this world, like the gathering of the darkest and darkest filth in people's hearts.

Keita Hirasaki's weak and impotent human consciousness melted like an ice cube under the overwhelming filth.

The only thing left in ward 604 was a huge human figure deformed like a magic spirit in order to contain and manipulate the magic power.

Its sluggish eyes moved flexibly like a frog, looking up, down, left, and right, and finally locked on Erina.

The horror-like monster with a pale face stood quietly in place, only staring back when it looked over.

Because her brother was still in a coma, Erina, who had taken over her body, grinned and asked intermittently, "Would you like... to play with Erina?"